Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-12-18
MARRIED in HaSTE.
A Girls Narrow Escape from Being Dis
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my wedding day tomorrow. I had said
it; 1 had not only said it, but / had said /
should never repent.
As the early dawn breaks through the
gloom of night l hear the old cock in the
fsrmyard give a dismal hcot preparatory
to his first crow to the new day.
Aud, utterly tired out, l drop asleep.
three -four-tve-six-
seven-eight beats Of the tall old clock on
the staircase outside my door aud l jump
wildly to my feet.
eat 9 O'Clock, then" he had said.
l had only one hour-oniy n hour to
be Norah Gleunie.
BY the time that clock struck ten /
should be Norah Mspleson-a wife, a true
wife to q true husband.
i rearrange my dress with a feverish
haste.
1 only stop to drink q cup of milk ere l
leave the house, only just in time to catch
the train as it passes our country station.
am in time.
Once more my hands are clssped in his.
We say no word; only hurry through the
sleepy streets till we enter the dingy Office
where, By some strange method, we are
made man and wife. All is q dream to
me.
] wonder, vaguely, where are my brides
maids, where are my father and mother?
Bah why of course they are dead long,
long q / have only my old uncle, and
be is living bedridden at Norlington farm.
II - l.. H. 100 Tka nnlu Nhfnn
that seems real to me is the shining ring
on my finger.
/ look at it in a kind of fear as | draw
my old kid glove over it before leaving the
house into which Norah Glennie had gone
a lew minutes ago, and ont of which now
a white, startled woman was issuing
Norah MapleSon.
Don't look so distressed, nv darling /!
Don't look so; I cannot bear it :"
l draw a deep sigh; / stretch out my
hand a little wildly, l suppose, for Re takes
it firmly in his and lays it on his arm as
be hurries me through the streets back
again in the direction of the railway sta
ton.
Once more we are in the train.
"Mine-mine forever! l do not fear the
future now". is all my husband says, but
there is a world of love in his eyes.
Poor William! In a weeks time he will
be on the ocean, and We will have parted
for many months-perhaps years.
He lets me rest quietly in his arms dur
ing the very short journey back again to
N~orlington. 1 get out of the train alone,
as he is going on some business two sta
tions further on; then he will come back
for the rest OF the week TO the farm.
Before you 20 into his room, wife, dar-
ling, you will take it oG?"-and he touches
my finger, on which the bright new wed.
ding ring glitters.
4 cannotw I say, shuddering. at is
unlucky to remove a wedding ring"
But, my darling, his sharp eyes Will
The train goes on and l am alone. l see
his face look at Ine from the window,
alarmed and anxious; but l nod resssur-
ingly and he smiles.
1t causes no remark that | have been
out 50 early in the morning, for everything
lately is so unset by reason of my uncle's
| illness and Williams near departure.
Then, again, there is only old Betty in
the kitchen, and perhaps she scarcely
knows / have been out; and if the nurse
| who has been called in TO attend my uncle
knows, she, doubtless, thinks l have been
in to town on some household errand.
About my ring. must hide it; but l
cannot take it off. l hurry up into my
room, and hurriedly turn over the con-
tents OF an old musty dressing case that
had been my fathers. Where can it be?
The old garnet ring with the queer under
groove in it that l feel sure will let this
thin wedding ring slip into it and so keep
my secret from pryIng eyes.
Alb. with hot, trembling fingers l find
il. 1t does exactly as l thought it would
do.
With that broad old ring always on, l
need fear no discovery. None but my
| self woulk know that under it lay another,
the tiny circlet of gold binding me stronger
| than iron bands could do TO my dear
love"
Daring the day my old uncle is taken
much worse and he will let 40 n be near
him but me. William comes in and out
ofthe room, bnt I sm tied to it nearly all
the day till towards evening my uncle
falls into q deep sleep and l can safely
leave him with his nurse Ii was q ram
bling old house, Norlington farm, and it
had been my only home now for nearly
seven years, all of which time William
Mapleson had lived as my uncle's steward
and helper under the same roof.
IL has been q hard, self.denying life for
him, perhaps; but for me-Or rather for
| his love for me -he would never had borne
il. Till latterly the hard old man had
never discovered our love, and when he
had there was no more peace for rs under
his roof.
He had ragged and stOrmed, declaring
that no niece Of his should marry William
MaplCsOn on pain of disheritance.
Mine was always a weak, timid nature.
Perhaps some women II was 10 longer a
young girl; my thirtieth birthday had
come and gomez would have actively re-
sented his tyranny aud asserted their indi-
vidual rights. I could not. was in his
power; for when my parents died he had
taken me in a penniless girl, and had from
that time given me, in his particular hard
way,sall that | needed TO lve-not but
some would have felt they fully earned
such keep.
l scarcely ever lOOkeu at IL III Lnat way.
l had been weak and helpless, alone in
the world, not very strong In health, when
he had come to my fathers funeral; and
after paying sll expenses, had simply said
NOW 90 and pack up your kit. You
must come with me to Norlington farm.
Can't say I'm sure, what old Betty will
say; but there's nothing else, as I see, to
he done. Remember, my girl, tits
not . lady's life l am offering you;
hutI suppose you are not too fine a lady
to know what work means?"
Ii ! had been then, all was corrected by
now. During these seven years l have
worked hard and lived bard.
Yet there are those who say that old
Peter Glennie is worth half 3 million Of
money.
My golden week of happiness is gone.
but, although William is gone, l an